Our wedding day was filled with joyous tears. A lot of them. I think Malcolm started it. And I love him all the more of it. Anyway, to excuse the constant welling ups, Malcolm made the comment - multiple times - that someone in the building must have been cutting onions.
When it came time for our speech together to everyone, we were no exception to the tears. Just as the tears started up, I was distracted by a body sneaking through the crowd towards us. I realized it was TCHC just as he slunk up to the head table, but had no clue what he was up to. Nearly sidelining me from what I had to say, his purpose came to light a moment later.
He wordlessly placed an onion - what turned out later to be THE onion - on the podium and slunk away again with just a quick nod at Malcolm. Malcolm presented the onion to the audience.
"Here's the culprit!"
There was laughter and more love. And more tears, even though that onion remained whole the rest of the night.
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